(oh, how kind of him to momentarily hold off on forking her over for mad cash. lucretia will remember this)

I don't know what that means, (Lucretia says easily, clinging to the edges of the wood as best she can as he starts to maneuver his way out of the house through the way he came in. It's interesting to see how he did it. Through the broken doorframe, huh? Humans are so traditional, there are a million windows he could have clambered through on her ground level. No no no, the house's. This isn't her any more, she's... trying something new. She's going somewhere else.)

I don't have any time travel powers, just regular, run of the mill haunting... skills. I'm just assuming all ghosts have those. You remember my lonely little rant, right? (Met no other ghosts before, yadda yadda.)